[ota] so happy together

[fiddlerjohnny]

In exchange for lunch and all the coffee he can drink, Johnny's taken up seat in the corner of the coffeeshop located in the Heart district of Town. Too much snow and cold outside for him to even think about playing on a street corner or somewhere on the Green, but this will do.

Currently, he's playing Happy Together and winking at the barista

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[dreamsofwords]

Alasdair pauses in the doorway to survey the scene, his eyebrows climbing up into his forehead. He doesn't really have much of a leg to stand on, of course; Elani's only twenty-one, but still.

"Hello, Anna," he says pleasantly as he goes up to the counter, loud enough for Johnny to hear. "How's your Hemingway paper coming?"

Yes, Johnny. She's sixteen.

[fiddlerjohnny]

Well shit.

Alasdair might here a momentary wobble on a note as Johnny takes that in. Message heard and received, sir. But could he help it if she looked older than she was?

Then after a moment or three, he'll finish the song and come over to the counter for a refill on his coffee. Though with noticeably less flirting than five minutes ago. For her part, Anna's both polite to Alasdair (cause, you know, teacher) but perhaps obviously put out that Johnny's backed off.

"Hemingway," Johnny says to Alasdair. "Which one was he?"

He's never read the classics, okay.

[dreamsofwords]

"Cigar-smoking asshole," Alasdair says as he waits for his, still smiling at Anna. He's only sort of sorry; he's got three younger sisters, two of which Johnny has had flirtations with. And he hasn't said a word about that.

"The Old Man and the Sea, A Farewell to Arms, For Whom the Bell Tolls?"

[fiddlerjohnny]

Well, at least Johnny was the sort to not piss where he sleeps, so to speak. So the breaking of hearts usually has happened off-Deck. There's that.

Or something.

Rubbing the back of his neck, "think I've heard of him. Weren't most of the writers 'round his time cigar smoking assholes, though?"